GOING THROUGH ANOTHER WAY

Am I walking through this again, or am I just passing by? They cut me open to see if I still bleed and what exactly I feed. The peace has become my pain, and the pain remains my peace, reminding me that there is love in suffering. If you know how to love yourself right, you will know what the fight is about.

I shook my head, and I shook my fist. I had to find my way, and I had to, at last, resist in all these years on their planet until they got the gist of it and smelled their shit.

From ashes to dust, this is my love and not just another blood lust so you can hide inside of your television set trying to forget dreams can be your reality if you only know how to save what you believe in. f*ck them all if living life your way is considered a sin.

Going through another way, this time wanting to sleep where I lay my head living my life until I live to die another day not knowing what the truth of love was all about until I dusted off the mirror and looked at my image that now I created